Mirai himself did not know this, but even if he had, it would not have affected his mood in the slightest. He might even have laughed.
Early the next morning.
In a small town a thousand kilometers away from Konoha, Mirai leisurely opened his eyes.
Above him hung a Japanese-style chandelier, with a pale blue wooden ceiling behind it.
"Mm... ah... where am I?"
After waking up, Mirai scratched his head, then his face, and fell into a brief state of confusion.
Mirai remained stunned for half a minute. When he saw that he was covered in blood and mud, he finally remembered what had happened after delivering the leaves yesterday.
"Hmm? I remember Uncle Naraku said he was going out to look for something and would be back at night... but..."
Mirai braced himself up with his hands and walked to the window. Since he was on the second floor, he could easily see the scene outside. Then, with his sharp eyes, Mirai spotted merchants setting up stalls along the street.
If I'm not blind, it should be morning now!
Mirai opened his mouth, feeling as though his heart had been stuffed full, because he had briefly felt something just now. Although he was in far better condition than yesterday and had regained his ability to move, not a trace of the spiritual power in his body had recovered. Moreover, waves of pain occasionally rose from his muscles, making Mirai clearly aware of his physical condition.
At most, he was now an ordinary person seriously ill.
After that, Mirai began to feel deeply worried.
Of course, Mirai understood that his current condition was caused by overusing Kaioken four times, but recovering his strength or anything else was merely a matter of time.
Naturally, what worried Mirai was not